My money is on the Giants.

mrblainecommahummelanderson:

agreed.


Dios mio,

cheerio-dani:

being at the Puckerman’s for the pre-Superbowl celebrations is one of the most amusing things I’ve experienced. Especially Uncle Puck and Tylerina screaming like little girls and rushing around to make last-minute bets.

just be thankful you dont have to live with it every day

Posted 5 February 2012, 3 months ago | 10 notes | reblog this post
(originally cheerio-dani / via cheerio-dani)

the-puckasaurusrex:

-lukepuckerman:

the-puckasaurusrex:

-lukepuckerman:

I need another vacation

How about your mom needs another vacation. When was the last time you helped around in the house?

I don’t make a mess, therefore I don’t really have to. I take care of my own food, and do my own laundry, which is much more than anyone other kid in this house.

Well maybe that’s the problem. Everyone needs to stop acting like their individuals and start acting like the goddamn family that we are. You’re our first son, it’s cool that you can take care of yourself, but we need more than that. We’re like the freakin’ brady brunch except we’re badass. If they could hold it together we can too. And damn they were annoying.

Yeah, I understand what you’re saying, but its unlikely. Tylers just a jerk to me and the rest don’t even talk, theres not much I can do.

Posted 5 February 2012, 3 months ago | 13 notes | reblog this post
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carefulwhereyou-aim:

-lukepuckerman:

I need another vacation

More moving. Wonderful.

I never said moving. Thats not until August

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the-puckasaurusrex:

-lukepuckerman:

I need another vacation

How about your mom needs another vacation. When was the last time you helped around in the house?

I don’t make a mess, therefore I don’t really have to. I take care of my own food, and do my own laundry, which is much more than anyone other kid in this house.

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thetylerpuckerman:

-lukepuckerman:

By vacation I mean, like Canada again, not disney.

Oh, well then feel free to drop of the face of the earth again. It was fun not having you around. 

Thanks Tyler, understanding as always.

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thetylerpuckerman:

-lukepuckerman:

I need another vacation

But I thought you hated Disney….? You wanted to leave like two days into it…

By vacation I mean, like Canada again, not disney.

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I need another vacation

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Words unsaid || Luimee

carefulwhereyou-aim:

Aimee had her house all to herself, and while she did enjoy the relief of solitary, she also wanted to see Luke. They were still together after all these months, but with school, and the camps he went on, she was having less and less time with him. Aimee didn’t like the feeling of longing, but she felt it, and she was growing accustomed of all the peculiar feelings that Luke gave to her. Of course, with all the good, came the bad. Yesterday was a good view of that. She understood jealousy, but something about feeling like a piece of property…just…angered her. But it also ignited something else in her too, though she wasn’t quite sure she’d express that. All she knew was they had to see each other. Getting up from her four poster bed, she opened up her window, and went through it, walking to the backyard, and laying down on the hammock. She swiveled her phone open, and texted Lucas. “Gregg’s out, want to come over?”

Luke’s senior year had him running around like crazy. Going to conferences and colleges and also trying to keep his GPA over a 4.0 was a lot of work. Not to mention, he had a huge family and also a girlfriend to keep up with. Luke nearly didn’t get as much time as he wanted with Aimee, and he knew he was at fault. And of course, when Luke came pack to Lima for a good amount of time, he saw a boy clearly flirting with Aimee and it made him angry. He couldn’t help it, it just made him completely frustrated with the situation. Aimee didn’t take his jealously too well, and he made another mistake. Mistakes were all Lucas could make lately. 

Luke just got out of the shower as he saw his phone vibrate. He wrapped a towel around his waist, dried off his hands, and picked up his phone to look at the message. It was from Aimee, and he couldn’t help but smile a little. He replied with, “Of course,” and walked into his room getting ready.

He got dressed into a black button up shirt and dark wash jeans. He pulled on a pair of loafers, gave his mom a kiss goodbye and headed out the door. Finally arriving to Aimee’s house he pulled his car into the drive way.  He sat in a car for a moment, trying to think the last time he was here. It was so long ago that he couldn’t remember, which reminded him what a terrible boyfriend he was. Lucas took one last deep breath, finally stepping out of the car and heading up to the door. He knocked three times, pushing his hands into his pockets while to waited for Aimee’s answer.

Posted 4 February 2012, 3 months ago | 2 notes | reblog this post
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Whoa Lucas. Calm down and relax.

carefulwhereyou-aim:

-lukepuckerman:

carefulwhereyou-aim:

I love you, yes. But you’re really starting to get me mad. I can’t talk to him, really? Just because I’m your girlfriend? 

Or because he’s a grade A Douchebag. But if you want to get mad, no one’s stopping you.

He was being perfectly nice to me, before you started to disrespect the situation, Luke. You’re making me feel like property.

Im sorry, Ill just stop caring then because clearly you don’t want me to.

 

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(originally carefulwhereyou-aim / via carefulwhereyou-aim)

Whoa Lucas. Calm down and relax.

carefulwhereyou-aim:

I love you, yes. But you’re really starting to get me mad. I can’t talk to him, really? Just because I’m your girlfriend? 

Or because he’s a grade A Douchebag. But if you want to get mad, no one’s stopping you.

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(originally carefulwhereyou-aim / via carefulwhereyou-aim)

swag-like-jag:

Lucas Puckerman: swag-like-jag:So I’m assuming you’re talking to me, so I’ll make this…

-lukepuckerman:

swag-like-jag:

So I’m assuming you’re talking to me, so I’ll make this quick.

1) I’m sorry that you’re too insecure to distinguish speaking to and flirting.

2) Maybe if you’re worried about other guys moving in your girl, you should get your own shit together.

3) Try it, buddy. I dare you.

No. Now put your big boy pants on and quit your bitchin. Like I said, if me speaking to your girlfriend is causing you to get so butthurt, you’ve obviously got bigger problems than me, buddy.

No problems at all. Smarter than most. Better looking than most. and I have a family that actually give a shit. So please, if you think you’re going to come here and be a little bitch, think otherwise.


swag-like-jag:

So I’m assuming you’re talking to me, so I’ll make this quick.

1) I’m sorry that you’re too insecure to distinguish speaking to and flirting.

2) Maybe if you’re worried about other guys moving in your girl, you should get your own shit together.

3) Try it, buddy. I dare you.

Now calm your ass down. Christ.

Yeah, okay. Look, I get it that you think you’re big and bad because you were top notch at Carmel, but you’re not there anymore. So shut the fuck up, and stop talking to her.


Get on to see my girlfriend flirting with some Carmel kid

-abigailpuckerman:

-lukepuckerman:

Just lovely.

Ew where’s your shirt? You can see your boobies.

Im a boy, Abbi, boys don’t have ‘boobies’.


Get on to see my girlfriend flirting with some Carmel kid

thetylerpuckerman:

-lukepuckerman:

Well, I mean, as long as he doesn’t flirt back I don’t have to.

Well, you could threaten him so nothing does happen. That seems to work fifty-percent of the time. And if he doesn’t listen, you beat the shit out of him. He’s from Carmel High anyways…..

Thats so much work, why can’t the genius read and see that she isn’t available.

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